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The mind is like a clock that is constantly running down. It has to be wound up daily with good thoughts.”
Fulton J. Sheen
How do you wake up in the morning? It is, without a doubt, seemingly obvious question after reading this intriguing quote hovering above these words. It is a serious question all the same. So, take a minute and think about a few things: 1. Are my first thoughts of the day of dread or inspiration? 2. Do I look forward to the day’s events? 3. Do I loathe or cherish my interaction with others?
Seriously, think about the answers to these questions.
If you answered in the positive: you are attempting to live your life in a way that greets the world with both an open mind and heart. It is important to maintain this positive outlook with self-affirmations and positive self-talk, which will breed positive action and create desired results.
For those who answered in the negative: not to worry! We are all in this life together to; hopefully, pull each other up and out of these negative thoughts. I remember times in boarding school where I would wake up and absolutely dread the thought of the forthcoming day. That’s because I didn’t have the proper tools to look positively on the day ahead.
What do you mean by tools?
I’m talking about the tools to think positively and change the old self-talk monster into a manageable and friendly ally. Some tools that you can use:
- Self-affirmations- actively encouraging yourself by saying positives things about yourself.
- Become an active participant in your own life! – Like the movie “yes man” adequately demonstrated the power of ‘yes’. Don’t shy from life, because that way you lose out. All too often I said no to things, because I was waiting for something better that, often times, would never come.
- Associate with positive people- I couldn’t figure out why my mood was so down back then, because I never imagined the answer would be found in the circle I associated with. Find people who support your dreams, give freely of themselves, and love unconditionally.
- Take pride in you- often times I treated my body and mind disrespectfully, because I did not cherish my own self-worth. By that I don’t mean I cut or was deeply disturbed, but I mean I ate unhealthy foods and constantly put myself down. In the struggle for acceptance we lose our value by calculating it by the acceptance of our peers. Not so my friends. Take pride in all that you do, because you know at the end of the day whether you performed or not.
So, my friends don’t let the clock of your positivity run down to zero. Let us remind ourselves that our worth is nothing that can be labeled on us. Wind yourselves up with happiness instead of coffee and morning traffic.
You are capable of a better life.
“When faced with a challenge, look for a way,
not a way out.”
I was talking with a good friend yesterday and we consistently struck upon a chord that rang to the tune of “I have too much to do, and not enough help”. Now, this particularly harsh toned note sounds all too familiar, no?
Too often do we find ourselves hung up on the mere idea of facing the mountain of problems to be conquered. But, like Don Quixote we must face the giants that, to us, are both perceived and real. Like valiant knights we must ride the steeds of our courage and fearlessness into the battle of daily life. Even with Don Quixote’s’ quirks and oddities he had a conviction seldom few of his peers had.
He was committed to his goals.
So, when you see your challenges in front of you often times we only have two options: 1. Run or 2. Stay and fight the good fight. Yes, you may end up like Icaras of old, but that person looking you back in the mirror will respect you for having tried.
Stay and fight the good fight, and solicit help when needed.
As a young adult male I find it difficult to overcome the “lone warrior” syndrome and wanting to be the man to conquer the world by himself, but that my friends is one of the greatest fallacies we can invest in. Even a simple gesture of reaching out your hand can open a doorway you never thought possibly. Do not let your pride cause you to sink with the ship, Jesters and Harlequinns.
“Where there is a will there’s a way” as they always say. And that, my friends, is the essence of my message to you today. You have all the necessary tools, you have the talent, and you have options to conquer your own ‘windmill giant’. Venture out into the stormy seas for there you will end up exploring your inner most self.
Now repeat after me:
I am ready to fight for my future.
I can do anything.
I will ask for help when needed.
Challenges are opportunities.
Now, go out and conquer you world.
It seems an interesting to look back at one’s childhood and remembering the small items that shaped into what it was. And I now by writing these words the all-to-familiar visuals of childhood romping grounds come flooding back like a great tidal wave. I am writing this as much to dip my cup in the well of remembrance as much I am encouraging you to look book on some fond moments of your life. It would be foolish to think all of our memories are as perfect a scene as Julie Andrews singing with her children in ‘The Sound of Music’, but all the same life as we now it know wouldn’t be what it is without them. Here is my quick list of life lived through a child of the 90′s eyes:
- Disney’s: Toy Story
- Uno’s Pizza on 3rd St. Booneville, Indiana
- Playing basketball against my Dad
- Television Sets with only 10 channels
- Tape players with built in radios (Fiddler on the Roof cassette tape)
- Calvin and Hobbes
- Having to sit at the dinner table until I finished eating my dinner
- Going to the video store
- Watching the, then new, Danny Glover Predator 2 and eating pizza
- Meeting my dog Blue for the first time
- Going to the bank and being utterly bored (not much had changed there)
- Beer Claw Donuts and Chocolate milk after Tae-Kwon-do class Saturday mornings
- Star Wars episode 1 with little Anakin “Annie” Skywalker
- The YMCA summer camp
Again, I encourage you today to set aside a moment to think about the positive building “Lincoln Logs” that helped you develop into the fully functional, fantastic person you are today.
My fascination regarding stories of deep and unexplainable connections with our pets is one of consistent marvel to me. This picture in which I have simply titled “Heart to Heart and Mind to Mind” speaks exactly to this. This type of picture is usually reserved for a mother and her child, but here it is a loving moment shared between a young woman and a beautiful Caucasian animal.
The example here is that we reach out outwardly for love from the inner most recesses of our soul.
The Stuff that Murphs are Made of
3/26/14 12:00 P.M.
There I was lady Murphs and papa Murphs; in the midst of the darkest foulest creature of them all… This stinky entity oozed disgusting dribble and spewed horrible nonsense in all directions. I, personally, feel the need to hawk up food that I ate from now to two weeks ago at the thought.
I am referring to Math, my Murphs, Math.
So, let me get right into. I was there in my Lululemon yoga pants stretching out my hammies…. Gotcha (winky face)! I was rocking my 80’s style “Scooby Doo” T-shirt, my rainbow jeans, and my groovy Jesus sandals. I had my head phones in and, quite literally, rocking out to the new Lego Movie song “Everything is awesome” featuring my home-slices ‘The Lonely Island’. I was doing a two-step right in the doorway to get psyched up for my mathematics class. People were so in awe of my jiggery that they were giving me looks of absolute love and desire to be with me (sorry, ladies only FYI!). I rocked back and forth on my heels and punched into the air like I was Rocky Balboa on the speed bag. And by complete accident, I accidentally gave an uppercut worthy of Rocky to the campus security guard.
The security guard saw stars, and by stars I meant he saw me as a star. The black uniform, badge bearing uniform security guard appreciated the strength of my punch so much that he tried to wrestle me playfully! He squeezed me very tightly, but I wouldn’t be bested! I squirmed out like a baby mole rat doused in baby oil sliding around on butter. He tried to catch me again, and I yelled gleefully behind me as I ran into the grassy field by the school “If you catch me I will dropkick you!” He became winded and shouted how much he wanted to be best friends and hang out. Alas, Darwin’s social theory “Only the cool survive, and the rest are uncool.” For the record I received an F on my BIO 101 test, which stands for “first in the class” (if you don’t believe me than get one yourself and see).
So, I circle back to the school all the while singing my own original song: the Insanely Happy Song:
“I’m happy so freaking happy!
Today is not at all crappy.
I’m awesome, you’re awesome, and we’re awesome.
There’s only 24 hours in a day to be happy and that’s the only thing that’s irksome
Not having fun? Awww poo poo!
I am so happy I high fived a polar bear and played cards with a tiger
Today is so awesome I flew over an active volcano with a hand glider!”
(And that’s only 1 verse out of 500)
As I finally roll up into class like an ultra-cool version of Fonz from Happy days; my teacher Dr. Portici, aka Dr. Porcupine, smiled at me and pointed at the clock. The clocks face shown 12:00 P.M., and class started at 11:00 A.M. He obviously was ecstatic that I showed up. He coughed loudly as I got my last couple of dance moves out before I sat down. I high fived my girl Brianna and she blew a kiss at me which I caught ‘in flight’ and placed on my cheek.
Then the trouble started… I opened up the ancient Greek textbook known as “Math”. Now, as some of you hyper intelligent Jesters and Harlequins might know, I have a serious phobia of Math and its squirrely nature. What do I mean by squirrely? Math jumps from tree to tree and then asks you how tall the tree is, and then how tall each tree is compared to the other tree, etc. etc. Not only that but those accursed word problems are as torturous as those awful ‘One-Direction’ girls and their incessant crowing. So, Mr. Porcupine opens his mouth and the ‘Blah, Blah, Blah’ immediately starts spewing forth. My eyes become glossier than card stock paper at Staples. I start leaning forward getting my slump on, and start working on the next 500 verses of “Insanely Happy”. Then out of nowhere the room gets quiet, and all eyes are on me, which quite frankly is not unusual. I keep working on the verses when my teacher coughs, and I look up. He’s frowning and pointing again. His finger is pointing at the white board.
“Oh. Mr. Porcu… I mean Mr. Portici you want me to answer the math question.”
“Why, yes, sir. I was so afraid I was taking you away from your future award winning hit song ‘Insanely Happy’. Could you please humble me and your fellow classmates and answer this question?”
So I popped up like a whack-a-mole and did the electric slide all the way up to the front. I snatched the green marker from his hand and went immediately to work. The question was “2 = 4x + 7” one of those ‘slope-intercept’ questions or some such nonsense.
Ah, it was beautiful great pen strokes of powerful light green cascaded over the white board. It took me about 5 minutes to complete it. It was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. It was a drawing of Michelangelo of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
My teacher was speechless, and if I remember correctly I thought I saw a tear in his eyes. I dropped the marker on the floor, packed my things, and finally gave the “peace-out” V with my fingers and let myself out of the back. Everyone was clapping and you could hear it all the way down the hall.
Ladies and gentleman… I am awesome.